by xxx1:
They came to me (I don’t know how to call them) from the support service, they wandered half an hour over my devil-machine!
YY2:
and what?
by xxx1:
They spoke to her with various glories, laughed violently, called some Demon, basked with him about life and at the same time sometimes asking about the state of connection, having learned what this Dima said, they rounded their eyes, tastefully rubbed, in seconds shielded how much time was left until the end of the working day, and dropped down, telling them to call them tomorrow...